Why I'm Thru-Hiking the Appalachian Trail 2020

My tortured and forbidden love affair with the Appalachian trail began in the fall of 1986. At that time I was 27 and she was 49. 

Her gothic charms were hard to resist.  When I first layed eyes on her statuesque beauty, I was giddy and euphoric. I had never seen anything more wonderful,  nor had I ever felt more alive than during those brief moments stroking her footpaths on the New Hampshire White Mountains. I wanted more, I needed more.